HOP 

THE  CLIFF  DW 


MARTHA  JEWETT 


HOPI 


THE    CLIFF-DWELLER 


BY 


MARTHA   JEWETT 


EDUCATIONAL  PUBLISHING  CO. 

Boston        New  York         Chicago         San  Francisco 


Copyright,  1909 

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EDUCATIONAL  PUBLISHING  COMPANY 


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O  the  smaU  travelers  whose 


hands  are  knocking  at  the 
doors  of  the  lands  of  the  un- 
known, this  volume  is  dedicated, 
with  the  sympathy  of  one  who 
has  passed  that  way  before,  and 
the  hope  that  they  may  be  led 
into  larger  realms  of  thought. 


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SUGGESTIONS  TO   TEACHERS 

"Hopi  the  Cliff-Dweller"  is  designed  for  children  of 
the  second  primary  grade.  Reading,  Language,  and  Liter- 
ature go  hand  in  hand ;  one  cannot  be  taught  without  the 
other.  It  may  be  used  as  a  basis  for  language  work  in 
the  hands  of  the  teacher,  then  as  a  reader  in  the  hands  of 
the  children. 

Extensive  work  in  language  should  precede,  having 
children  reproduce  orally.  Let  them  express  by  means  of 
charcoal  or  water  color,  or  work  out  concretely  on  the  sand 
table. 

When  the  children  have  "  lived "  with  these  Cliff- 
dwellers;  when  they  have  learned  all  about  their  life  and 
habits,  and  can  reproduce  in  substance;  then  they  are  pre- 
pared to  read. 

The  vocabulary  may  be  found  at  the  back  of  the  book. 
All  new  words  should  be  developed  on  the  blackboard,  be- 
fore the  reading  lesson,  either  by  phonics  or  word-building, 
according  to  the  judgment  of  the  teacher. 


6 


HOPI  THE  CLIFF-DWELLEK 


HOPI  THE    CLIFF-DWELLER 


Here  is  a  Cliff-dweller. 
The  Cliff-dwellers  were  Indians. 
They  lived  hundreds  of  years  ago. 
The  Cliff-dwellers  lived  in  this  country 
before  Columbus  came  here. 


8 

Would  you  not  like  to  visit  the  homes 
of  the  Clifif-dwellers? 

They  lived  in  the  far  West. 

The  land  there  has  hills  like  tables. 

These  high  hills  are  of  red  sandstone. 

The  sides  of  these  table-lands  are 
called  cliffs. 

The  sun  shines  bright  and  hot  on  them. 

The  Cliff-dwellers  lived  on  these  cliffs. 

The  cliffs  looked  down  into  canyons. 

Canyons  are  the  deep  hollows  between 
the  table-lands. 

There  are  some  very  deep  hollows. 

Many  cool  springs  flow  from  them. 

You  may  drink  from  these  springs. 


9 


The  Cliff-dwellers'  houses  were  on  the 
high  cliffs. 

They  also  had  farms. 

The  farms  were  down  in  the  valleys. 

But  the  houses  were  high  up  on  the 
mountains. 

There  were  no  trees  near. 


10 


The  Cliff-dwellers  built  their  houses  of 
rock. 

The  walls  of  rock  were  put  together 
with  a  plaster  made  of  mud. 

Openings  were  left  in  the  walls. 

Stones  were  placed  against  these  holes 
to  keep  out  enemies. 


11 


HOPI 

Hopi  was  a  little  Cliff-dweller. 

He  was  an  Indian  boy. 

He   had   dark    skin    and  coarse,  black 

hair. 

His  head  was  flat,  because  he  had  been 
tied  to  a  board  when  he  was  small. 


12 

His  teeth  were  hard  and  white,  and 
were  worn  oflf  from  munching  corn. 

Hopi's  mother  hiid  him  up  against  the 
rocks  when  he  was  little. 

She  pounded  the  corn  for  dinner. 

His  father  was  often  away  from  home. 

He  hunted  with  his  bow  and  arrows. 

He  wore  a  shirt  woven  from  strips  of 
the  bark  of  the  basswood  tree. 

Around  his  neck  was  a  string  of  bright- 
colored  beads. 

In  winter  he  wore  loose  trousers  of 
buckskin,  which  came  just  below  his  knee. 

He  wore  leggings,  too,  and  moccasins 
made  of  skin. 


13 

Hopi  had  thick,  coarse  hair. 

He  made  a  brush  of  leaves  of  stiff  grass 
tied  together. 

He  brushed  his  hair  with  this  brush. 

Then  he  stuck  a  turkey  feather  in  his 
hair. 

The  Cliff-dwellers  were  not  a  very 
clean  people. 

They  had  very  little  water. 

They  sometimes  went  to  far  off  streams 
for  water. 

Hopi's  home  was  built  high  upon  the 
cliffs. 

It  was  made  of  rocks  brought  from  the 
sides    of   the    mountains. 


14 


The  walls  of  Hopi's  home  were  plastered 
with  mud. 

His  mother  plastered  these  walls. 

She  left  the  mark  of  her  palm  on  the 
soft  plaster. 

There  were  steps  cut  into  the  rock. 


15 

Long  ladders  were  also  used  for  climb- 
ing up  and  down. 

These  ladders  were  made  from  trees, 
which  grew  far  away  on  the  rocky  slopes. 

With  stone  axe  and  knife  they  chopped 
down  these  trees  and  trimmed  their  tops. 

They  cut  cross-pieces  and  bound  them 
with  green  bark. 

In  Hopi's  house  there  were  four  rooms 
with  small,  round  openings. 

At  the  back  was  a  granary. 

This  granary  was  a  store-room  high  up 
in  a  nook  of  the  rocky  wall. 

Here  were  the  large  water  jars  filled 
with  water,  and  bins  of  corn  and  beans. 


16 


There  was  no  furniture  in  this  house. 
There  was  only  a  stone  bench. 
This  stone  bench  was  all  around  the 
room. 

It  was  often  used  for  a  table. 
There  were  stone  boxes,  too. 


17 


Hopi's  father  was  a  potter. 

He  made  oUas,  or  water  jars,  from  the 
wet  clay. 

He  put  the  jars  in  the  hot  sun,  and 
baked  them. 

He  painted  pictures  on  them. 

He  painted  them  in  bright  colors. 


18 

Hopi's  father  was  a  hunter. 

He  hunted  the  wild  deer,  that  his 
family  might  have  meat. 

He  hung  the  deer  meat  in  the  store- 
room. 

He  killed  the  deer  with  his  bow  and 
arrows. 

He  skinned  it  with  a  stone  knife. 

Hopi's  father  was  a  warrior. 

A  warrior  is  a  soldier. 

He  fought  the  wild  Indians  with  his 
tomahawk  of  stone. 

He  had  a  bow  and  stone-tipped  arrows. 

He  fought  with  stone  knives  and 
wooden  clubs. 


19 


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Hopi's  father  was  a  farmer. 

He  planted  the  corn  on  the  rough 
mountain  sides  between  the  rocks. 

He  planted  the  beans  in  the  dirt  on 
the  cliffs. 

Hopf s  father  was  a  weaver. 

He  wove  baskets  of  dried  grass. 


20 

He  plaited  the  corn  husks  which  he  had 
torn  into  strips. 

He  made  sandals  out  of  them. 

He  wove  shirts  from  strips  of  the  bass- 
wood  bark. 

Hopi's  father  herded  the  turkeys. 

Hopi  had  a  turkey  for  a  pet. 

He  had  a  blanket  made  from  its 
feathers. 

He  put  a  feather  in  his  hair. 

Hopi's  father  made  stone  arrow  heads 
and  si3ear  heads. 

He  made  axes  and  hammers  of  stone. 

He  tied  them  to  wooden  handles  with 
strips  of  bark. 


21 


Hopi'8  mother  cooked  the  dinner. 
She  gathered  an  armfnl  of  cedar  twigs. 
She  took  a  piece  of  steel  and  a  flint. 
She    struck    them    together    to    get    a 
spark  of  fire. 

This  spark  lighted  the  brush. 
Now  she  had  made  the  fire. 


22 

Hopi's  mother  cooked  in  the  baskets. 

She  wove  these  baskets  from  dried 
grass. 

She  filled  the  baskets  with  water. 

Then  she  dropped  hot  stones  into  the 
water. 

The  stones  made  the  water  hot. 

Hopi's  mother  pounded  the  corn  with  a 
stone. 

She  mixed  the  pounded  corn  with 
water. 

Then  she  poured  this  mixture  on  a  hot 
stone. 

This  is  the  way  she  made  the  piki  or 
paper  bread. 


23 


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Hopi's  house  had  a  store-room. 
In  this  store-room  was  kept  the  meat. 
Bins  filled  with  corn  and  beans  were 
here. 

The  water  jars  were  put  in  here,  too. 
Back  of  this  room  was  a  reservoir. 


24 


This  reservoir  was  a  place  sunk  in  the 
rocks  for  holding  water. 

When  it  rained,  the  water  came  down 
and  filled  it. 

In  the  dry  season  it  was  empty. 

The  water  was  used  for  cooking  and 
drinking. 


25 

There  was  a  ledge  before  the  door  of 
the  house. 

This  ledge  was  the  yard. 

Hopi  played  hi  the  yard. 

His  brother  Ninah  played  with  him. 

Hopi  loved  his  brother. 

His  dog  Lobo  played  with  them. 

Hopi  loved  his  dog. 

Lobo  was  a  yellow  dog. 

He  had  white  spots. 

He  was  a  wolf  dog. 

Let  us  play  we  are  Cliff-dwellers. 

We  will  build  our  house  of  rocks  on  a 
high  place. 

We  will  plaster  the  walls  with  wet  clay. 


26 

We  will  plant  corn  between  the  rocks 
on  the  hillside. 

We  will  tend  the  garden. 

We  will  herd  the  turkeys. 

We  will  plant  the  grain. 

Then  we  shall  be  farmers. 

Let  us  make  water  jars  of  wet  clay. 

We  can  put  them  in  the  sun  and  bake 
them. 

Then  we  shall  be  potters. 

Would  you  like  to  be  a  weaver? 

We  will  weave  baskets  as  the  Cliff- 
dwellers  did. 

We  will  weave  the  baskets  from  the 
dried  grass. 


27 

HOPI  IN  PEISON 

Hopi  grew  into  a  large,  strong  boy. 

He  was  as  old  as  we  are — just  six 
years   old. 

He  played  on  the  rocks  with  his 
brother. 

They  played  together  just  as  all  little 
boys  do. 

The  little  Indian  boy  made  strings  of 
beads. 

The  beads  were  of  many  colors. 

He  wore  these  beads  around  his  neck. 

Hopi  and  his  brother  were  very  happy. 

They  laughed  and  talked  together  in 
their  language. 


28 

The  Cliff-dwellers  spoke  the  Hopi  lan- 
guage. 

They  understood  each  other  just  as  we 
do  when  we  talk  to  one  another. 

We  Avould  think  their  language  a  very 
strange  one. 

We  could  not  understand  them. 

Do  you  think  you  would  like  to  string 
beads  with  Hopi  on  the  high  cliffs? 

Hopi  would  always  greet  you  by  say- 
ing, "Lolami." 

"Lolami"  means  "Good  morning"  in 
the  language  of  the  Cliff-dwellers. 

Hopi  always  said  "Lolami"  to  all 
whom    he    met. 


29 


When  Hopi  was  six  years  old,  he  and 
his  brotlier  Ninah  were  playing  on  the 
cliffs  outside  their  rocky  house. 

They  were  playing  in  the  door  yard  on 
the  ledge. 

They  were  making  necklaces  out  of 
red  berries. 


30 

They  laughed  and  were  very  happy. 
Their  dog  Lobo  was  with  them. 

All  at  once  the  children  heard  terrible 

« 

noises  down  the  cliffs. 

The  air  was  full  of  yells. 

The  wild  Indians  had  come  to  fight  and 
kill  them. 

To  their  home  up  on  the  cliff  came 
the  wild  Indians. 

They  scaled  the  high  rocks. 

They  climbed  up  the  niche  stairway, 
cut  in  the  side  of  the  cliff. 

These  wild  men  had  painted  faces,  with 
feathers  in  their  hair,  and  tomahawks  in 
their  hands. 


31 


The  quiet  Cliff-dwellers  fought  with 
them,  for  they  had  come   to  kill   them. 

The  war-whoops  sounded  again  and 
again,  up  and  down  the  canyon. 

They  were  all  fighting  for  their  lives. 

Ilopi's  father  pushed  one  wicked  Indian 
over  the  ledge. 


32 

He  fell  far  down  to  the  bottom  of  the 
deep  valley  and  was  killed. 

Another  Cliff-dweller  threw  the  Indian's 
brother  like  a  war  club  over  the  ledge,  to 
lie  by  the  dead  Indian. 

Before  Hopi  could  think,  his  mother 
rushed  out   and  took   him  in   her    arms. 

She  thrust  him  into  the  granary  and 
put  the  large  stone  against  the  door. 

This  store-room  was  at  the  rear  of  the 
house. 

Now,  she  thought,  the  wicked  Indians 
cannot  get  him. 

In  the  next  room,  he  heard  his  dear 
mother  scream. 


33 

She  screamed  when  one  of  the  wild 
Indians  folloAved  her  to  kill  her. 

Frightened  almost  to  death,  little  Hopi 
scarcely  dared  to  breathe. 

He  listened. 

He  was  very  much  afraid. 

What  should  he  do? 

Did  he  hear  his  mother's  voice  calling 
her  boy,  "Hopi,"  "Hopi"? 

O  why  did  his  mother  not  come  to 
him? 

He  could  hear  nothing. 

All  was  still,  so  terribly  still,  that  his 
heart  gave  a  jump,  then  almost  stopped 
beating. 


34 


He    called    "Mother!"   "Father!" 
Then  he  called  "Indian!"  "Anyone!" 
No  mother's  voice  answered  the  little 
boy. 

Where  were  they? 

Had  they  all  been  killed? 

Poor  little  Hopi! 


35 

He  cried  until,  tired  out,  he  sank  upon 
the  floor,  asleep. 

He  dreamed  sweet  dreams. 

In  these  dreams  he  and  his  brother 
Ninah  were  stringing  berries  for  neck- 
laces. 

His  mother  was  cooking  dinner. 

His  father  was  down  in  the  valleys 
tending  the  gardens. 

At  last  he  awoke. 

How  long  ago  it  seemed  since  he  had 
been  a  happy  little  boy,  playing  on  the 
rocks ! 

He  was  alone,  now,  shut  up  in  this 
room. 


36 

He  could  not  get  out. 

Against  the  opening  his  mother  had 
put  a  stone. 

This  stone  was  so  heavy  that  he  could 
not  move  it. 

Happily,  for  him,  in  this  granary  were 
corn  and  beans  piled  high. 

There  were  boxes  of  dried  meat. 

This  meat  was  pomided  fine. 

Hopf s  father  had  put  the  meat  here. 

He  had  laid  it  between  melted  tallow. 

There  were  rolls  of  piki  or  paper  bread, 
which  his  mother  had  cooked. 

In  one  corner  were  hi^  winter  leggings 
and  trousers. 


37 

In  the  reservoir,  over  the  wall,  there 
was  water. 

Stout  wooden  pegs  were  fastened  in 
the  wall 

Hopi  could  climb  to  the  top  by  these 
pegs,  and  reach  the  small  opening  above. 

This  opening  led  into  the  reservoir. 

Hopi  was  a  very  hungry  boy. 

He  ate  the  piki  and  buffalo  meat. 

Then  he  drank  the  water  that  he  found 
in  the  water  jar. 

When  he  was  satisfied,  he  sat  on  a  pile 
of  buffalo  robes  to  think. 

How  strange  it  was! 

Do  you  not  feel  sorry  for  Hopi? 


38 

What  would  you  have  done? 

He  knew  that  his  mother  and  father 
must  be  dead. 

If  not,  they  would  have  come  to  him. 

They  would  not  have  left  him  alone 
through  the  long,  dark  night. 

No  sound  came  to  him,  yet  he  listened. 

He  listened  and  waited. 

Should  he  cry? 

No,  he  would  be  brave. 

Besides,  who  could  hear  him? 

But  the  tears  would  slip  out  of  the 
corners  of  his  eyes. 

Down  his  cheeks  they  came,  faster  and 
faster,  until  he  cried  as  hard  as  he  could. 


39 


Just  then  he  heard  the  howl  of  a  wolf. 
The  wolf  was  calling  to  his  mate. 
Hopi  was  not  afraid. 
He  felt  that  he  was  not  alone. 
He  climbed  up  to  the  hole  that  opened 
into  the  reservoir. 

He  could  see  the  wolf. 


40 

He  sat  for  hours  looking  across  the 
water. 

He  wished  he  could  get  out  into  the 
air  and  sunshine. 

The  water  in  the  jar  was  gone. 

How  could  he  get  any  water  from  tlie 
reservoir  ? 

It  was  so  near  and  yet  so  far. 

He  could  not  reach  down  to  the  water. 

He  would  bring  the  water  to  him. 

He  took  the  leather  thongs  off  the  ends 
of  the  meat  boxes. 

He  used  one  for  a  rope. 

He  drew  up  water  in  his  mug. 

In  this  way  he  filled  the  jar. 


41 

As  the  days  passed,  he  looked  upon  this 
room  as  his  home. 

He  pounded  his  corn. 

He  ate  it  uncooked,  as  he  did  not  know 
how  to  make  a  fire. 

He  sat  on  one  box  and  used  the  other 
for  a  table. 

One  day  he  heard  a  noise  in  the  house 
like  scratching. 

He  knew  it  was  his  dog. 

"Lobo!  Lobo!"  he  cried,  "Lobo!" 

"My  dear  dog  Lobo!" 

He  was  answered  by  a  joyful  bark. 

The  dog  ran  hither  and  thither,  trying 
to  reach  Hopi. 


42 


He  ran  around  the  house. 

He  ran  to  the  shelf  of  the  reservoir. 

Hopi  climbed  up  and  saw  him  looking 
at  him  across  the  water. 

He  jumped  from  the  hole  down  into 
the  opening. 

Oh,  how  happy  they  were! 


43 

Hopi  hugged  him,  and  Lobo  barked 
with  joy. 

Now  Hopi  was  not  so  lonesome. 

Lobo  went  in  and  out,  bringing  Hopi 
rabbits  to  eat. 

Hopi  talked  to  him  in  his  own  lan- 
guage. 

Lobo  understood  him. 

One  day  Lobo  went  away. 

He  did  not  come  back. 

Hopi  waited  and  waited. 

No  Lobo  came  back. 

Several  days  and  nights  followed,  but 
he  did  not  come. 

Poor  little  Hopi! 


44 

He  would  sit  in  the  opening  and  watch 
the  sunlight  come  and  go. 

He  drew  up  the  water  in  the  basket. 

He  felt  very  lonely. 

He  looked  again  and  again  for  Lobo. 

Where  was  he? 

Had  he  been  killed? 

Had  he  forgotten  his  little  friend 
Hopi? 

One  night  an  owl  flew  down  into  his 
room. 

He  welcomed  him  gladly. 

How  happy  he  was  to  see  some  one. 

He  fed  him  with  pieces  of  buffalo  meat. 

They  grew  to  be  great  friends. 


45 


The  owl's  night  is  the  day,  you  know. 
He  can  see  better  at  night. 
They  were  happy  companions. 
When  a  long  time  had  passed,  whom 
do  you  think  came  to  Hopi? 
His  dog  Lobo. 
What  do  you  think  he  brought  to  Hopi? 


46 

His  mother's  shoe. 

He  barked  and  wagged  his  tail. 

Hopi  would  never  know  what  had  hap- 
pened to  him. 

Now  Hopi  began  to  notice  that  the 
supply  of  meat,  corn,  and  beans  would 
soon  be  gone. 

He  must  get  out  of  this  place  or  he 
would  starve. 

The  water,  too,  in  the  reservoir  was 
almost  gone. 

What  should  he  do? 

He  sat  in  the  opening  and  looked  down 
into  the  reservoir. 

A  thought  seemed  to  come  to  him. 


47 

Lobo  was  with  him  as  usual. 

He  filled  the  baskets  with  the  few 
beans  and  grains  of  corn  that  were  left. 

He  tied  the  strips  of  leather  on  the 
baskets. 

All  this  time,  Lobo  jumped  up  and  down, 
barking  joyfully. 

He  seemed  to  understand  when  Hopi 
told  him  that  he  was  going  out  into  the 
world  with  him. 

He  ran  backwards  and  forwards. 

Hopi  threw  the  leather  strips  through 
the  hole  into  the  reservoir. 

Then  he  climbed  up  and  cast  a  long, 
loving  glance  at  the  room  below. 


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49 

He  felt  sorry  to  leave  this  room  that 
had  sheltered  him  so  long. 

It  had  been  his  home  for  two  long 
years,  although  he  did  not  know  this,  for 
he  could  not  keep  account  of  the  time. 

He,  Lobo,  and  the  owl  had  lived,  for  the 
most  part,  a  pleasant  life. 

Lobo  was  calling  to  him  from  the  cliff 
outside  the  reservoir. 

He  must  go! 

He  jumped  into  the  reservoir. 

What  a  long  jump  it  was! 

But  he  landed  safely  on  his  feet. 

He  pulled  the  baskets  carefully  into  the 
reservoir. 


50 


51 

Now  how  could  he  get  upon  the  ledge 
that  ran  around  the  reservoir? 

First,  he  stood  on  top  of  the  baskets,  but 
they  all  tumbled  to  the  floor. 

He  looked  hard  at  the  straight  wall. 

Lobo  was  at  his  feet  barking,  talking  to 
him  in  his  dog  language. 

Oh!  he  would  get  on  Lobo's  back. 

So  he  stood  up  on  Lobo's  back,  and 
threw  the  strips  over  the  ledge. 

In  this  way  he  could  pull  the  baskets 
to  him  when  he  was  on  the  other  side. 

He  climbed  up  slowly. 

Lobo  gave  one  loud  bark. 

Hopi  was  safe! 


52 

HOPrS   ESCAPE    FEOM   PRISON 

When  Hopi  was  safely  upon  the  ledge, 
Lobo  jumped  up  after  him. 

Hopi  pulled  up  his  baskets. 

Away  these  two  would  now  go  into  the 
great  world. 

Hopi  had  at  last  made  his  escape  from 
his  dark  prison. 

He  walked  around  the  house. 

He  found  a  stone  knife  and  a  ladder. 

His  father  had  made  this  ladder. 

He  climbed  the  ladder  and  went  into 
the  front  rooms. 

There  was  nothing  to  be  seen. 

Everything  was  gone. 


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Hopi  was  thirsty. 

He  and  Lobo  must  go  in  search  of 
water. 

Side  by  side  they  climbed  up  and  down 
the  cliffs  and  canyons. 

How  good  it  was  to  breathe  the  fresh 
air  and  walk  in  the  sunshine! 

How  good  it  was  to  be  free! 

Soon  they  would  go  and  find  Hopi's 
mother. 

Hopi  knew  that  Lobo  would  surely 
find  her. 

How  the  little  boy  longed  to  see  her! 

They  had  not  gone  far,  when  they  spied 
the  gleam  of  water. 


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vV«i-  ^V'k 


It  was  a  small  stream,  which  was  fed 
by  a  cold  spring. 

Hopi  and  Lobo  took  a  refreshing  drink. 

Hopi  then  retraced  his  steps  toward  his 
old  home. 

In  another  storehouse  he  found  corn, 
beans  and  meat. 


55 

He  tied  the  legs  of  his  trousers  tightly 
around  the  bottom. 

He  filled  one  leg  with  corn  and  the  other 
with  beans. 

He  bound  a  piece  of  deer  meat  on  Lobo's 
back. 

Lobo  had  a  basket  in  his  mouth. 

This  basket  was  for  water. 

Hopi  said  "Good-bye"  to  his  old  home. 

He  would  go  far  west  and  hunt  for  his 
people. 

He  and  Lobo  started  on  the  journey. 

They  drank  from  the  little  streams. 

They  slept  together  under  the  stars. 

They  traveled  for  many  days. 


56 


At  last  they  saw  houses  in  the  distance. 

Lobo  barked  joyfully. 

He  tried  to  tell  Hopi  something. 

Hopi  wondered  what  he  meant. 

As  they  approached  these  houses  on 
the  cliffs,  Hopi  saw  that  they  looked  like 
his  own  that  he  had  left  behind. 


57 

People  came  running  out  to  him. 

They  were  his  own  people. 

One  woman  rushed  forward  and  gath- 
ered him  to  her  bosom. 

It  was  his  long-lost  mother! 

She  kissed  him,  and  cried,  "My  son 
Hopi!". 

The  wicked  Indians  had  taken  his 
mother   prisoner. 

She  had  run  away  from  them  and 
found  her  people. 

They  had  been  driven  away  from  their 
homes. 

They  had  settled  here. 

She  had  often  longed  for  her  son  Hopi. 


58 

She  thought  he  had  been  killed  by  the 
wicked  Navahos. 

Now  Hopi  and  Lobo  were  truly  happy. 

Hopi  told  all  his  people  how  he  had 
escaped  from  prison. 

They  prepared  a  great  feast  for  him. 

Hopi  understood  now  where  I^obo  had 
been  those  weeks,  when  he  had  missed 
him  so  much. 

Now  he  knew  where  he  had  gotten  his 
mother's  shoe. 

Good  old  Lobo! 

How  all  the  people  loved  him  for  his 
kindness  to  Hopi! 

Do  you  think  Lobo  was  a  good  friend? 


"LOLAMI" 

"  Lolami,"  call  the  springs  among  the 
foot-hills, 
"  Lolami,"  gleam  the  peaches  in  the  sun. 
As  brown-limbed  lads  do  bravely  breast 
the  swift  rills 
And  merry  maidens  up  the  niche 
stair  run. 
While  daring  fathers  boldly  hunt  the 
wild  deer 
And  loving  mothers  weave  their 
baskets  bright; 


59 


60 

Or  happy  farmers  glean  their  grain,  the 
home  near, 
And  potters  mold  their  clay  before 
the  night. 
"Good  morning,"  to  the  dwellers  of  the 
cliff-land. 
Fleet  morning  passing  all  too  soon 
away. 
And  leaving  but  a  memory  of  the  brown 
band. 
That  fought  and  lived  and  conquered 
in  its  day. 

—  Margaret  Randolph  Jewett 


AN  INDIAN  LEGEND 

In  the  heavens  there  are  seven  little 
stars. 

These  stars  are  called  the  Pleiades. 

They  look  as  if  they  were  quite  close 
together. 

Sometimes  people  call  them  the  Little 
Dipper. 

The  Indians  tell  a  story  about  these 
stars. 

There  were  once  seven  little  Indian 
boys  who  were  great  friends. 


Cl 


62 

Every  night  they  used  to  come  to  a 
little  mound  to  dance  and  feast. 

They  would  first  eat  corn  and  beans, 
and  then  one  of  their  number  would  sit 
upon  the  mound  and  sing,  while  the  others 
danced  around  the  mound. 

One  time  they  thought  they  would  have 
a  much  grander  feast  than  usual,  and 
each  agreed  what  he  would  bring  for  it. 

But  their  parents  would  not  give  them 
what  they  wanted,  and  the  lads  met  at 
the  mound  without  their  feast. 

The  singer  took  his  place  and  began 
his  song,  while  his  companions  started  to 
dance.  ' 


63 

As  they  danced  they  forgot  their  sor- 
rows and  "their  heads  and  hearts  grew 
lighter,"  until  at  last  they  flew  up  into 
the  air. 

Their  parents  saw  them  as  they  rose, 
and  cried  out  to  them  to  return;  but  up 
and  up  they  went  until  they  were  changed 
into  the  seven  stars. 

Now  one  of  the  Pleiades  is  dimmer 
than  the  rest,  and  they  say  that  it  is  the 
little  singer,  who  is  homesick  and  pale 
because  he  wants  to  return,  but  cannot. 


64 


VOCABULAKY 


Page  7 

visit 

them 

Hopi 

homes 

looked 

Cliff-dweller 

far 

down 

here 

West 

into 

is 

land 

canyons 

were 

there 

deep 

Indians 

has 

hollows 

lived 

hills 

between 

hundreds 

tables 

some 

years 

these 

very 

ago 

high 

many 

this 

are 

cool 

country 

red 

springs 

before 

sandstone 

flow 

Columbus 

sides 

from 

came 

called 

may 

Page  8 

cliffs 

drank 

would 

sun 

Page  9 

you 

shines 

houses 

not 

bright 

also 

Uke 

hot 

had 

65 


farms 

keep 

off 

valleys 

out 

from 

but 

enemies 

munching 

mountain 

Page  11 

corn 

trees 

little 

mother 

near 

boy 

laid 

Page  10 

dark 

him 

built 

skin 

up 

their 

coarse 

she 

rock 

black 

pounded 

walls 

hair 

dinner 

put 

his 

father 

together 

head 

often 

with 

flat 

away 

plaster 

because 

hunted 

made 

tied 

bow' 

mud 

board 

arrows 

openings 

when 

wore 

left 

small 

shirt 

stones 

Page  12 

woven 

placed 

teeth 

stripe 

against 

white 

bark 

holes 

worn 

basswood 

66 


around 

grass 

stone 

neck 

tied 

axe 

string 

stuck 

knife 

bright-colored 

turkey 

chopped 

beads 

feather 

trimmed 

winter 

very 

tops 

loose 

clean 

cross-pieces 

trousers 

people 

bound 

buckskin 

water 

green 

which 

brought 

four 

came 

Page  14 

rooms 

just 

mark 

back 

below 

palm 

granary 

knee 

soft 

store-room 

leggings 

steps 

nook 

too 

cut 

large 

moccasin 

Page  15 

jars 

skin 

long 

filled 

E  13 

ladders 

bins 

thick 

used 

beans 

brush 

climbing 

Page  16 

leaves 

grew 

furniture 

stiff 

slopes 

only 

67 


bench 

wild 

pet 

boxes 

tomahawk 

blanket 

I»AGE  17 

stone-tipped 

heads 

potter 

wooden 

spear 

oUas 

clubs 

hammers 

wet 

Page  19 

handles 

clay 

farmer 

Page  21 

baked 

planted 

cooked 

painted 

rough 

gathered 

pictures 

sides 

armful 

Page  18 

between 

cedar 

wild 

dirt 

twigs 

deer 

weaver 

took 

that 

wove 

piece 

family 

baskets 

steel 

might 

dried 

flint 

have 

Page  20 

struck 

meat 

plaited 

spark 

bring 

husks 

fire 

skinned 

torn 

lighted 

warrior 

into 

now 

soldier 

sandals 

Page  22 

fought 

herded 

mixed 

68 


poured 

played 

neck 

mixture 

brother 

brother 

piki 

Ninah 

happy 

paper 

loved 

laughed 

bread 

dog 

language 

Page  23 

Lobo 

Page  28 

kept 

yellow 

understood 

back 

white 

another 

reservoir 

spots 

think 

Page  24 

wolf 

strange 

place 

Page  26 

would 

suuk 

hillside 

greet 

holdiug 

tend 

"  Lolami " 

rained 

garden 

whom 

dry 

grain 

Page  29 

season 

Page  27 

outside 

empty 

large 

rocky 

cooking 

strong 

making 

drinking 

old 

necklaces 

Page  25 

just 

berries 

ledge 

played 

Page  30 

door 

colors 

heard 

yard 

around 

terrible 

69 


noises 

thought 

Page  36 

yells 

cannot 

heavy 

scaled 

dear 

move 

niche 

scream 

happily 

stairway 

Page  33 

melted 

painted 

almost 

tallow 

faces 

death 

Page  37 

PaCxE  31 

scarcely 

stout 

quiet 

dared 

pegs 

fought 

breathe 

reach 

war-whoop 

listened 

fastened 

pushed 

jump 

hungry 

sounded 

beating 

satisfied 

wicked 

Page  34 

buffalo 

Page  32 

anyone 

sorry 

bottom 

answered 

Page  38 

valley 

Page  35 

knew 

threw 

sank 

slip 

rushed 

dreamed 

corners 

thrust 

sweet 

cheeks 

granary 

shut 

faster 

store-i-oom 

awoke 

until 

rear 

opening 

hard 

ro 


Page  39 

trying 

Page  46 

howl 

lonesome 

shoe 

mate 

Page  43 

wagged 

alone 

rabbits 

tail 

Page  40 

away 

happened 

hours 

Page  44 

notice 

across 

watch 

supply 

sunshine 

sunlight 

place 

reach 

drew 

starve 

bring 

lonely 

thought 

thongs 

forgotten 

Page  47    . 

ends 

friend 

usual 

boxes 

night 

jiuuped 

rope 

owl 

joyfully 

mug 

flew 

world 

Page  41 

welcomed 

backwards 

passed 

gladly 

forwards 

uncooked 

pieces 

Page  49 

scratching 

great 

felt 

joyful 

Page  45 

leave 

bark 

better 

sheltered 

hither 

companion 

although 

thither 

passed 

account 

71 


pleasant 

Page  53 

drank    - 

outside 

thirsty 

slept 

landed 

search 

under 

safely 

breathe 

traveled 

pulled 

fresh 

Page  56 

carefully 

air 

joyfully 

Page  51 

free 

tried 

stood 

surely 

wondered 

tumbled 

longed 

meant 

straight 

spied 

approached 

barking 

gleam 

behind 

pull 

Page  54 

Page  57 

slowly 

refreshing 

people 

loud 

retraced    ^ 

running 

Page  52 

toward 

woman 

escape 

another 

rushed 

prison 

Page  55 

forward 

two 

tied 

bosom 

great 

legs 

kissed 

world 

tightly 

wicked 

dark 

good-bye 

prisoner 

walked 

started 

driven 

found 

journey 

settled 

72 


Page  58 

Page  60 

grander 

killed 

glean 

usual 

Navahos 

mold 

each 

truly 

night 

agreed 

told 

passing 

parents 

prepared 

fleet 

place 

feast 

memory 

Page  63 

weeks 

band 

forgot 

kindness 

conquered 

sorrows 

friend 

Page  61 

heads 

Page  59 

heavens 

hearts 

peaches 

seven 

lighter 

brown-limbed 

stars 

rose 

lads 

Pleiades 

return 

bravely 

quite 

changed 

breast 

close 

dimmer 

swift 

Dipper 

homesick 

rills 

story 

merry 

Page  62 

maidens 

mound 

daring 

dance 

boldly 

number 

wild 

sing 

14  DAY  USE 

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